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She is my flower that floats on my lifestream

The one that rides through my every artery and vein

She supplies my heart and cause it to beat

She nurtures my lungs and cause it to breathe

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My love lay nothing without her name

She feeds my conscious with the most beautiful dreams

These hands are lifeless, nothing but molded dust and clay

This strength is useless without her thoughts everyday

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She is my compass of truth and light

The one that guides the Polaris every night

For the unending travels of these feet

My commander, the captain of my fleet

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She is my serenity, my bliss, my peace

She halts my rage, madness and confusion with a single kiss

She is the sunrise that wakes me everyday

The dear moon that sets to tell me to rest and hit the hay

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She is my teacher, my knowledge of about

My how and why, the answers that I can't live without

She is soul, my development, beyond any doubt

She is my pride that my wisdom shouts aloud!

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Her eyes see beyond my every fear

That my courage fills me to persevere

No matter how ears hear mockery and take their effect

She soothes my soul and turns it all to merriment

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She understands my need to for adventure

Then listens to every fantasy, however it may be immature

She reasons out how our lives are meld together

Through fire and fuel we melt and mix forever

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And so I thought my joy could not be higher

She bore the most beautiful babe from inside her

The metamorphosis of the love we have for each

A tangible form of our romantics

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The story goes, with this man to sought the flower, Hyacinth

No flower can be more beautiful than her nor surpass mid-reach!

Deep into my very soul, inside the heart of my heart

That I die a little, everytime she's missed and whenever we are apart.

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I will live one more day today to admire her

Another chance to try love her more each day

The centuries may pass and this poem lay meaningless

That this poet,as hard as he tries, would still lose time's test

She is my life, the woman, the embodiment of love

The air that I breathe, my first thought and my last

My reason of praise, my joy, my happiness and trust

That everyone's envy is because I have her as my wife

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-March 8, 2011